Whitesburg KY

Gwen Farmer, daughter-in-law freezing beans

Southern Ohio

Hey folks! Can you believe that summer is almost gone? I feel like I have been asleep and time has simply passed me by!

My son Keith Ballard seems to be improving. He spent a couple of nights with me, cut the grass and trimmed around my flowers. He mistakenly pulled up a couple of them that made me want to cry. I asked him to remove a small mulberry tree that was growing behind two lilac trees, and when I went to check on him, he had cut down my lilac trees that we planted about 35 years ago.

They would bloom and smell so good. Oh well, I will just plant me some flowers. You have heard the old saying ‘no use crying over spilled milk.’ Whatever that means.

I have two of the most beautiful flowers blooming. Wanda calls them corkwood, but the name says hibiscus. I have a deep red one, and then the other is a light pink that is called Luna Rose. It should be called Looney Rose after me. I think the corkwood is a family of hibiscus, because they have the same kind of blooms, but they last longer than mine does.

Uncle Lee loved to squirrel hunt, and sometimes I can just see him in my memory with his black hair slicked back. Oh, you didn’t dare to touch his hair, and I was so mischievous I would try to run my fingers through it. I wanted to ruffle his hair, but all I achieved was to ruffle his feathers instead, and he threatened to beat my behind. But he never laid a hand on me, partly because he couldn’t catch me as I could outrun him. Uncle Lee was about six feet tall, and my dad, Clayton Hall, was a lot shorter man than he was. Daddy worked in the coal mines, and Uncle Lee drove a coal truck, log truck or any kind of a truck for a living. It is rather strange how one small thing can trigger an avalanche of memories.

Gwen Huff Farmer is still having quite a bit of pain in her legs, though she thinks she has figured out what is causing it. She thinks her knee slipped out of place.

Gwen works so hard in her yard and garden, getting down on her knees, and bending. She has to go to an orthopedic doctor to see just what is going on.

Gwen’s son, John Farmer, and his wife Sonya and son Grant are spending a week with Gwen, about which Gwen is very pleased. Gwen’s daughter-in-law Sonya has been busy helping put green beans and vegetables in the freezer for Gwen.

Shirley recently had a busy day, as she met her daughter Linda then met another daughter, Loretta, for supper, and then had to go to her son Buddy’s to dog sit.

It sounds like Shirley gets in some things like I do, where you meet yourself coming and going.

Shirley’s granddaughter Ashley Bales will be leaving for the Air Force sometime next week. Shirley is a little concerned for her yet she is proud too. Ashley’s mother Dorothy is having a small going away party for her.

I have found a new bluegrass music station on the Internet, Worldwide bluegrass.com. It just so happens that I know Gracie Muldoon who is a great part of this program. Gracie is from the northern Kentucky area.

I enjoy listening to Heather who is from Australia, and as I was listening I realized it was night there and early in the morning here in our area.

I picked up three of my grandchildren, Sarah, 11, Jessica, 7, and Katelyn Nottingham, 5, plus Sarah’s friend, Lexie, 11, to spend the night with me. Lexie was a surprise, but what is one more kid?

I called my daughter Kay Gray to see if my greatgranddaughter Samantha was at her house. I couldn’t get in touch with anyone, so I had just the four girls overnight.

The next morning my granddaughter Jennifer Proctor called, so I took the girls to pick up Samantha. The plan was to go to the water park, and we had water all right, but not at the park, as it stormed most of the day.

I tried to get in touch with my friend Vicki Power so her granddaughter Katie could spend the day at the house with my gang of girls. As I said earlier, what is one more?

The girls enjoyed playing with each other, but the weather was so bad I took the Nottingham granddaughters and Lexie home a couple hours early. On the way back Samantha said I should have gotten some corn, so I stopped and picked some up.

Folks, corn is outrageous, and it is not worth the price. Sami ate three ears of corn so I am glad that I did buy it.

Whatever happened to the old standby corn called Hickory Cane, or was it Hickory King and pronounced wrong? This was the only corn that I remember being planted in the gardens when I was a child.

Mommy would drop three pieces of corn in each hill, then when it came up she would pull up a stalk, it never made any sense to me. I have seen her plant cornfield beans in with the corn, but never half runners.

I had a nice email from Betty and Barefoot Bill Kelly. They said all is well in her family. Their daughter Missy and her husband and son are enjoying living in the hills of home that Betty and I love so much.

I talked to my dear friends Willa Mae and Carl Boggs. Carl sometimes feels a little under the weather, so he better perk up and go listen to the music, but leave those pretty women alone. Willa Mae just keeps plugging along and hanging in there. I really enjoy talking to them, and I envy them both being teachers and helping so many children.

Johnny and Ann Calihan and family are doing all right.

Hello to the other Calihans in the Hamilton area, Clay, Jewell, and Green, and Coolie Jr., and his family of the Brookville, or Mount Carmel area. Please try to come to Letcher County Day.

My little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold took a bad fall, and his mother Angie had to take him to the emergency room. He didn’t require stitches, but he cut his head close to his eye.

Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall, to my sister Loretta Church, and to my brother Wallace Lee Hall and his wife Georgia. Hello Frick and Frack Ison!

I hope no one was affected by the flash floods recently. When Richie called me about the water in Louisville, I thought he was just telling me a windy tale like he is good for. And then I saw where Laurel, Ind. and other areas not too far from here were affected.

Well, it is time for me to get this on its way.

Until next time: Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4 @aol.com, 513-367-4682.

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